Grumbling, I switch off my alarm and stretch out my muscles. I roll over and see Luna scratching at the door, whining impatiently. "Got somewhere to be Princess," I ask, as I open the door. She bolts out into the hallway and down the stairs with me following quickly behind. When I reach the bottom floor I fall to my knees from all of the unexpected thoughts in my head.
'Well, it seems that Q-tip has finally decided to grace us with her presence and woke up,' I hear Santana think.
'Good morning Quinn,' Brittany thinks excitedly.
Puck's voice joins in the two in my head. 'Britt, I don't think Q has had a chance to catch up yet,' then he says out loud, "We're in the kitchen Quinn. Leggo my Eggo, Satan."
I stand up slowly, shake my head, and walk into the kitchen. Wiping the rest of the sleep from eyes, I ignore the three of them while I get Luna's food and then my own. Sitting down, taking a huge bite of cereal, I glare distrustingly at them while I chew my food. Puck opens his mouth to say something, but I raise my hand while I take another bite, silencing him.
Another couple of minutes pass before Santana can't handle the silence any longer and asks, "So, Q would you like to know what's going on or you just gonna keeps shoveling food down your throat?"
"You know actually, that'd be great," I snakily reply.
She smirks when she answers, "Well, we don't know."
"What do you mean 'we don't know'?"
"She means we don't Quinn," Britt giggles, before saying matter-of-factly, "Like how I don't know why you won't talk to Rachel."
Puck and San snicker, while I stare at her, flabbergasted. "That's not the point here Brittany," I force out. "The point is why are we hearing each other's thoughts when we are humans."
"Honestly," Puck says, "we have no idea what's going on."
"When did you first notice?"
"When Berry and her dad came to pick up Hiram, and you ran to hide in your room," San taunts.
"Can we please shut up about Rachel for five minutes, and figure out what the hell is going on," I seethe.
"Sorry," Britt and Puck say in unison, while San mumbles under her breath, "Well, puta, you asked."
"So does this include all of us or just certain ones," I ask.
"All of us that have made the change already," Puck answers around a mouthful of Eggos.
"Do our parents know?"
"Know what," I hear Mom ask as she and Aunt Renee walk into the kitchen.
"That we can read each other's minds," B says enthusiastically. Aunt Renee eyebrows furrow as she reminds Brittany that every werewolf can. Shaking her head, Brittany says adamantly, "No, we can do it when we're humans too."
Glass shattering against the floor, forces our attention to the corner of the kitchen by the coffee pot. We find my mom, wide-eyed, her favorite mug broken at her feet. We watch with confused expressions as she hurries out of the kitchen, into the living room and comes back with a half-awake Grandpa close behind. "Tell him what you just told us," she commands.
Brittany looks towards me, I nod and she says, "Our pack can read each other's minds."
"As humans," San adds when she sees Papa John's perplexed face.
His face melts into an amused expression. "Is that so Lucy Q?"
"Yes sir," I reply, "Do you know why?"
"No, I don't exactly, but I do know that this isn't the first time. My mother's pack could do the same thing as your's seem to. Has anything else strange happened?"
Puck, Brittany, and I shrug, while San says, "Actually the day after Q's, Britt-Britt's, and mine first moon. When we were at the lake, Quinn and I experienced the same thing after we finished talking, but we were touching at the time."
"What were you talking about," Papa John asks.
"I had just asked if she would be one of my Betas," I answer him slowly, as the memory comes back. "Also, last night when Britt and San came to take their oaths they looked so nervous, and I wanted to reassure them. As the thought ran through my mind I watched as they relaxed, like I had actually physically told them it was okay."
"And it isn't just with Brittany and Santana, but with the others as well," Aunt Renee asks Puck.
"Yep," he answers around another forkful of waffles, syrup dribbling down his chin.
"Well, it seems that you have an exceptionally bonded group of kids running around, Judy," Papa John says, pleased.
"What does it mean Dad?"
"It means that we are going to need a strong pack in the near future, and these rugrats are it," he replies, ruffling my hair making the bed-head worse.
"Hey," I exclaim, smoothing it down as best as I could. "Puck, did everyone else go home last night?"
"No. They're all still passed out downstairs," he tells me, tiredly running his hand over his mohawk.
"You mean Kurt stayed last night?"
"Yeah," he draws out. "Why? Hey! Where you going," he calls after me as I take off to go up the stairs.
"To get in the shower before Mr. Hour-and-a-Half-Morning-Ritual uses all of the hot water…again," I yell back reaching the top of the stairs. Leaning over the landing banister, I shout, "Puck! San! Britt! Go wake everyone and get ready for school! No one better be late!"
'This is way too much for a Monday morning,' I think, groaning as I start the shower and make out the noise of clanging metal.
'Tell us about it,' I hear my entire pack reply while Santana and Puck continue to beat on their respective pots and pans.
Panting, I slam one of the double doors of the auditorium shut and lean my forehead against the cool steel, trying to catch my breath. I hear a voice call out behind me, "Who's got you acting as if your ass is on fire Q?"
I turn around, searching the surrounding seats, before I look up towards the stage. Pucks sits on the edge of the stage, guitar poised on his lap. He places his pick between the strings at the top of the neck, and setting the guitar down he motions for me to join. I make my up the stage, flattening my Cheerio's skirt at sit beside him.
"Rachel," I answer with a sigh.
"Why are you still running away from her Quinn?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"Maybe its cause every time you see a peek of the Little Jewish American Princess your pretty cheerleader ass books it," he replies. "I thought you gonna fix this."
"I'm going to Puckerman," I tell him, "Its just I don't want to do it until the right moment, the perfect moment."
He sighs at my crestfallen expression, rubs his hands on his dark, holey jeans. "Look, I get it Q. You're abandonment issues come out and all that psycho-bullshit. You know I get better than anyone."
"Yeah which is one of the main reasons you're the biggest man-whore in Ohio," I interrupt him to tease.
"I prefer sexshark, but we aren't talking about my daddy issues. We're talking bout yours. I want you happy Fabray, and Rachel will and does make you happy. Go after her Quinn."
"I'll stop running and begin groveling when you start putting a leash on that," I say, motioning towards his lap.
His eyes shimmering with sincerity as he says, "I will the day my mate finds me."
"What if she leave Puck," I ask, my voice shaking, "I don't think I could handle losing her."
"Hate to break it to ya Lady Fabray, but if you don't act soon you will, maybe even to Finn," he tells me, making me shiver. "And from the looks of it you're doing all the running, not her. By the way, why would you hide from Rachel in a room where there's a stage?"
"Because," I saying, checking the time on my phone, "We're late for Glee."
Grabbing his guitar he stands, and sticks his hand out to help me up. "We best get going then," he says when I accept it.
Brushing off the back of my skirt I ask, "What were you playing before I got here?"
"A Trophy Father's Trophy Son," he answers, hopping off the stage.
Hopping down beside him and leading the way up the aisle I say, "I didn't know you liked Sleeping With Sirens."
"Music is music, Quinn. It doesn't matter if the artist is Taylor Swift, Sleeping With Sirens, or Sinatra. Long as the words speak to your soul it shouldn't matter what you listen to."
"Look at you being all thoughtful and philosophical," I taunt.
He sticks his tongue out at me and then asks, "So I'm like your big brother huh?"
I push his head, remembering what I said last night after breaking up the wrestling match, and answer, "And so what if you are?"
"That just means I gotta watch your back twice as hard now."
"You know you can go blind from that."
"Not what I meant," he replies seriously.
"I know, and you best remember I'm the number one badass around here," I tell him as we walk into the choir room.
"Well now that Puck and Quinn have officially joined us, we can get started," Mr. Schue says, while Puck and I head to our seats, Rachel trying to inconspicuously watch us the entire way. When I sit down between Puck and Sam in the top row I see what Mr. Schuester wrote on the whiteboard. "Feelings," he croons, "They are everything to us. They can give us purpose and drive, but they can also cripple us and lead to our destruction. Music is one of the greatest way to express ourselves; it lets out our love, rage, happiness, and depression. It lets others see into our heart and mind."
Mr. Schue puts his hands together and asks, "Any volunteers to start us off?"
Rachel's hand immediately shoots into the air and she says, "If it'd be all right Mr. Schuester, I would like to go first."
"By all means Rachel, the floor is yours."
Rachel stands from her seat in the front row and goes to whispers in Sam's ear before making her way to the middle of the room, bringing a stool with her. She nervously smooths the invisible wrinkles out her plaid mini-skirt before sitting down.
'Those legs.' Finn doesn't even try to throw up barriers as the thought invades my head. When a particular vivid fantasy and flashes of Finn running over his mailman enter my mind's eye, I growl. Puck pats my shoulder trying to calm me down, but I know its also so he already has a hold of me in case I snap.
"This song basically speaks for itself, but I needed to let someone know just exactly I feel on the situation we're in," she says, locking eyes with me. She nods for Sam to starts playing. He begins to pluck his guitar strings softly; Rachel smiles slightly as she begins to sing.
"Don't tell me love is something you won't try again, that's just not true," Rachel finishes the first line with a shake of her head. "But baby right now maybe what you need's a friend. Well, I'm here for you," she sings while bringing her hands to her chest, closing her eyes.
She opens them and stares right at me as she starts the chorus. "I will be by your side if ever you fall deep in the dead of the night, whenever you call, and I won't change my mind. No, I'll see you through. And I won't give up. No, I won't give up. I won't give up on you."
You need someone who knows you from the inside out the way I do," as she sings my mind flashes back to the night where everything seemed to come together and fall apart at the same time. "I seen you walk the wire never looking down, I believe in you," she continues as tears start to run down my cheeks, "I will be by your side if ever you fall deep in the dead of the night. And I won't give up. No, I won't give up. I won't give up." She hesitates slightly before singing, "You can call it love, but I won't give up on you."
Sam plays the remaining measures as I try to wipe away my tears unnoticed. When I look up I see that Rachel is looking at me. I smile slightly at her, and she ducks her head attempting to hide the smile that appears on her face. I begin to stand and make my way to her, but Finn's already there.
"Wow Rachel! That song was totally awesome," he tells her, and I can't but agree with him.
"Thank you Finn. I genuinely appreciate your compliment. Now if you'll excuse me," she says, her eyes never leaving mine. Before she can even take the first step in my direction Finn blocks her path.
"You're welcome. I'm so happy you sang to me," he says, finally grabbing her full attention. Her face etched in utter confusion as he continues, "I knew you liked me, that you just wanted me to chase you."
"Excuse me," she stammers.
"Yeah, so I was thinking."
San snickers and mumbles under her breath, "Oh, this is going to be good."
"You, me, Breadstix tomorrow night," he asks as smoothly as sandpaper.
"No."
"What?"
"I said no Finn."
"But you like me."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do," he whines.
Her arms crossing over her chest, she asks, "What gave you that idea?"
"I just thought you were playing hard to get. Now quit fooling around and go out with me," he says roughly, grabbing her upper arm, forcing them to unfold.
I growl and start to go to her defense, but she rips her arm out of his grip. Glowering at him she spits out, "I would never go with a…some." Stumbling for words she looks around the room then up at me. She looks back at Finn and yells, "With an omega like you." She hastily grabs her stuff and storms out of the room.
Finn stands there dumbfounded, until he mumbles, "Whatever." He stomps out the other door and down the hallway in the opposite direction, the sound of knocked over chairs bouncing down the hall reaches us.
"Well, Fabgay, guess the ball's in your court," San remarks turning around to look at me, smirk on her face.
"Yeah, I guess so," I say, smiling smugly, "And this is how we're going to do it."
AN: Quinn is going to be pulling her head out of her ass. I'm glad y'all like this story, it makes my heart soar. I know its short, and I'm sorry but the break was to hard to pass up.
The music used/mentioned in this chapter are Trophy Father's Trophy Son by Sleeping With Sirens (Puck) and I Won't Give Up by Jana Kramer (Rachel)
And dogs that have been decided on for the pack member's companion are:
Santana:Doberman Pinscher
Sam: Golden Retriever
Puck: Pit Bull
Mike: Jack Russell Terrier
Blaine: Chocolate Lab
Mercedes: Black Lab/Retriever
Tina: Akita
Kurt: Dalmatian
Artie: German Shepard
Finn: Great Dane
If anyone has any better suggestions let me know
To see what everyone roughly looks like as their wolf counterpart go to: alpha-howl . tumblr. com (/)tagged(/)Alpha+Bite